In this short tale I am going back to the start when Beth and I first stayed together at University. We got it on at last and after months of trying to plan, seduce and a lot of dreaming it just happened! Just like that!
I met Beth at Sixth Form College. We hit it off instantly and were soon doing everything together. Our background and upbringing were very similar but our personalities couldn't be different, she was fun and outgoing where as I was a shy and awkward teenager who thought too much about everything in my life to the point that it was holding me back.
The move to university was so exciting. I couldn't wait to get away from my parents, the farm and the shitty little village I was brought up in and move to Manchester. Beth and I had secured a room together in the halls of residence and three months in things were going well. Beth and I became very close and I learnt everything about her from her non-stop talking. Beth was into guys, all she talked about was guys but I had learnt that she had played with girls a few times and the stories she told did nothing but make me hungrier for her. I couldn't let it show but I had become crazy about her and her guy stories were starting to hurt a little. I was doing some weird shit like wearing her underwear and sleeping in her hoodie when she went home for the weekend so I could smell her. She always smells of soap. I am a weirdo I know!
It is December and soon we would be going home for the holidays, I got back to our room and took off my woolly hat, wet jeans and hoodie, my blonde bob misshapen from my hat I and was just lounging about reading in my yellow cotton panties, socks and vest which was pretty much what everyone did in the halls, boys and girls strutted about the landings and communal rooms cooking and doing laundry and trash runs in vests, pants and shorts. The heating in the building was on all the time and the higher you were in the building the hotter it was. Our room was on the eighth floor, fourth from the top so was very warm. It was not a big room at all but functional, on the far wall was the window and on each side wall was a single bed, wardrobe and a chest of drawers. My drawers had the TV on top; hers had our make-up and hair products, clips and bracelets. The walls had concert posters stuck up and photos of drunken nights out.
Beth comes tumbling in. I hadn't seen her for nearly two days as she stayed out. She too is rain soaked and stripped herself down shoving wet denim into the laundry basket and leaving on her white Lycra top and boy shorts. After towelling her long black hair and putting it into a ponytail she joined me at the window and we shared a cigarette. She talks at a thousand miles an hour telling all about her night and some guy who works a local cafΓ© that she spent it with, pausing only to blow smoke straight out of the two inch gap the open window provides, so not to set off the smoke alarm and evacuate the building! I finished the bottom half of the cigarette and we both sat on her bed, I sat cross legged in the centre and she sat with her back against the wall knees pulled up, still talking but watching the news on my TV.
I would pretend I wanted to know all the gory details and Beth was usually proud to tell you all about her conquests. She had been talking about this guy, what she said, what he said, what she ate, what music was playing blah blah blah.
"Sooooo" I interrupted "How was IT?" I reached over and pinched her bottom rib.
"Christ Annie!" she snapped frowning "You are such a fucking pervert!"